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Chapter 20
Back in her cell Susan laid quietly on her cot. She hadn’t been touched, for as best she could tell, for about 24 hours. But that was only a guess as there were no windows, clocks or anything else for that matter that would allow her to keep track of time. All she knew was that the cell next to her was empty. She had not seen her best friend Missy since the awful joint torture session and she was sure her friend had been taken to the mysterious chamber everyone kept talking about.
Later on Madam Hardings came in and tried to console her, and tried to convince Susan to surrender herself as well and join Missy. As usual, Susan simply tuned her out and the dejected and increasingly perturbed older woman simply left her cell. That was hours ago and Susan was surprised and relieved no one had been in to see her, or worse to take her away for more punishments.
There was a reason for this change in tactics of course, and that reason was being discussed back in Natasha’s office. Here she, Dominique, Dr. Olga and Teresa were figuring how best to utilize the arrival of their newest prize, Tiffany Winston, the college girl from Texas. These four always had a meeting whenever a new girl came in to determine whom she would be assigned to. Much to Teresa’s disappointment, this particular girl would go to Dominique. This is exactly as she expected, per her previous discussion with Natasha.
The beautiful blonde had arrived late last night, as anticipated, via chartered aircraft. Her capture had been one of the boldest yet by Natasha’s operatives. Tiffany was from Galveston, which was soon to be hit by a major hurricane. This event threw a major wrinkle into the team’s abduction plans. Luckily for them Tiffany decided to stay in the city until the last minute to help her boss board up his restaurant before the pending storm hit. She had been under surveillance the entire time, and when she completed the job she returned home to grab some items before evacuating the city. Natasha’s ever opportune team took the commencing chaos to impersonate the police and “arrest” the girl for looting. Before she even had time to issue the expected protests, the skilled operatives quickly drugged and had her flown to Stonebriar. As an added benefit, it was likely that Tiffany would be classified as being “missing” due to the storm, and not kidnapped, which of course would minimize any law enforcement activity on her behalf.
Now safely at the facility she had already gone through the pre-prep evaluation and was now she was about to be taken to a cell on Level One. Tiffany was as shy and reserved as any girl that had been there in quite some time. Her true beauty though lied in the fact that she did not really comprehend just how good-looking she was. These types of girls were submissive by nature and were likely to make excellent slaves. Her all American good looks were likely to play well all across the globe and an aggressive bidding war was certain to play out for her services. After all, who could resist a striking American blond with overly ample breasts?
But that pleasant likelihood was a long way off; the first step was breaking her, like all of the others. The two women (Dominique and Natasha) began to strategize after Teresa and Dr. Olga had been dismissed. It was felt that putting another girl, an older one at that, in the cell next to Susan was a good move. Tiffany, even in the short time that she had been at there was already classified as timid and shy and therefore likely to be even more scared then the girl in the adjoin cell, the sixteen-year-old Susan. It was decided to let these two girls get to know each other a little bit, hopefully develop a friendship through extended conversations, which had been denied with Missy, and then subsequently crush Susan’s moral when Tiffany succumbed.
It was decided that they would then be tortured together. This would hopefully strengthen their bond and make Tiffany’s capitulation even more of a crushing blow to Susan’s psyche. The thought being that it would hopefully show Susan the hopelessness of her own struggle and that she too should give in. At least that was the theory; much could and likely would go wrong. But if it worked Dominique would not have to resort to the more brutal means at her disposal to force submission of her sister, and in a way both Richardson girls would win.
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Susan laid quietly on the cot in her cell as Tiffany was brought in, scared, crying and almost completely hysterical. Susan could do nothing as she had been left gagged from her early torture session, but she could see and hear the events in the adjacent cell transpire. The guards left and a few moments later Madam Hardings came in to the new girl’s cell. Susan watched the pretty blond girl’s face turn to first shock, then horror then outright revulsion as the older woman laid out the future for the new inmate. The older woman stayed for a little while and tried to comfort the girl, now just beginning to face the reality of what her life was about to look like. Susan had always thought this part to be very awkward. Ever Since Madam Hardings told her the same crap in her cell over a week ago she could not figure out how why would anyone look for comfort from a person that had just told them that her life was going to be irreversibly changed for the worse?
Madam Hardings finally left the cell and almost immediately a guard came into her own cell to remove the gag from her mouth. This was no doubt an invitation to begin dialogue with the new girl. Susan was sure they were up to something, but she didn’t care. She was lonely since Missy had been hauled off and she wanted to talk with someone, anyone who wasn’t one of “them”.
She slid over to the bars dividing the cells and got Tiffany’s attention. The pretty blond came over and joined her. The two held hands for a moment, long enough for Tiffany to get her composure and begin speaking. She told Susan of a story similar to that of her own. She was hurriedly packing some belongs to get out of town before a big storm hit. She was to join her parents and younger sister in Amarillo, safely away from the storm when two cops came and accused her of looting the house. Before she had a chance to protest handcuffs were on her and she was tossed in the back of the police car. She thought it odd when one of the cops, both were females, joined her in the back seat. Moments later she smelled something funny and a white cloth was forced into her face. The next thing she knew she was here at this place.
She too had been given the full treatment, clothes stripped off, probing fingers and plenty of pictures, all while being tied up and totally immobilized. Susan remarked how similar her story was, but she had been with Missy, which in some ways made it better then being alone. Susan was scared to tell her anything more though, because to do so may crush any kind of hope that the new girl had of getting out of there. Hope, even for someone as deeply religious and optimistic as Susan was, was beginning to get in short supply.
“Please tell me what happens next?” A nervous Tiffany asked.
Susan was afraid to answer, knowing for certain that Tiffany was likely to become hysterical again.
“Please”, she begged, I have to know.
“OK, tomorrow morning they are going to come for us, they are going to handcuff us, put us on gurneys and take us down an elevator.” Susan’s voice was starting to crack now, even after a week she still had trouble dealing with it, which only made Tiffany more nervous. “Then they are going to strap us down and shave our pussies.”
Tiffany looked on incredulously, “Why would they do that?”
“Because they want to frighten us, because they want to do other things to us down there, she motioned between her legs”. Susan started to cry again, having to relieve the horror again and again of what they had already done to her. This only caused Tiffany herself to cry, and even more than earlier. She was so scared and so frightened and so powerless to do anything.
It took the two of them a few minutes to get composed before Susan turned the conversation to something else. Sure she could tell Tiffany more about what would likely happen to her, to them really, but what purpose would that serve? Why only scare her more when there was nothing either of them could do about it? They both fell asleep on the floor, much like Susan and Missy had a few evenings ago.
Just as promised, when the morning rolled around the two girls were removed from their respective cells and taken down to the shaving room. All clothing was stripped away and the girls laid next to one another on adjoining tables, both carefully strapped down. Pussy shaving was now becoming routine for Susan, but for Tiffany this was to be her first time ever, and she was rightfully scared. Susan was surprised that the mysterious Dominique was not here today, but she was grateful not to be blindfolded. Instead someone new was introduced to her.
“Hello Ladies, my name is Commandant Stone, I am the leader on Level Two, where we hope to see you both very soon. I am filling in today as the others have more important business to attend to.” She said it so matter-of-factly that it was almost disarming. She acted as if she were filling in for someone at a business meeting, or more age appropriately, was a substitute teacher in one of these girls’ classes.
“I see here #473 that you have been down here a number of times so you know what to expect. #475, allow me to welcome to Stonebriar. I know you are still in shock now my dear, and that is perfectly understandable. Let me explain what is going to happen if neither Madam Hardings nor your new friend here has filled you in. She walked over to Tiffany and took a close look at her cunt; she tugged at a few of the pubic hairs, but not too hard, and said, “These will have got to go.”
Tiffany said nothing, but clearly had a worried look on her face.
“I don’t want you to be scared #475; I have done this hundreds and hundreds of times before. Please keep in mind that your pussy is just a valuable to us as it is to you, so I am going to take the utmost care in making sure it is shaved properly and carefully.”
She reached over onto a table and pulled from a metal container two damp and hot towels and placed them on each of the girl’s cunts. The discomfort was much worse for Susan as her pussy was already bald from yesterday’s shaving and therefore offered little in the way of protection from the unanticipated heat.
“Let’s let the moisture soak in for a few minutes, and while we are doing so I want to give you two something to think about before we get started.” She went over to a closet and wheeled out a metal cart. There were two identical silver pots, one was plugged into the wall and the other had a Sterno flame underneath it. The two girls gulped as they strained to get a better look at what was now placed in front of them.
“Now girls I am going to give you choice. In this container…” she lifted off the lid on the one with the flame, “…is a heated shaving cream. One of you will have it spread onto your cunt with this brush.” She picked up a silver handled brush. “It is not pleasant I can assure you, the cream will burn a little but will do no permanent damage.”
She then removed the second lid, but it was less dramatic. “Under here my lovelies is the other choice. This is a special cream that has been kept in a deep freeze in this special container. While it looks less intimidating, I can tell you from experience that the girls that I have been exposed to both tend to despise this one even more than the other. Whoever chooses this one will have it applied to their cunt with this brush, where it will stay on for a full five minutes before we begin shaving.”
The girls both screamed at the thought of this horror. Susan had not faced anything like this before; she had been previously shaved only with traditional over the counter products.
“#473, I know this is your first time with either of these creams, but Mistress Natasha felt that since you were acting like a much older girl with your stubbornness we were going to start treating like one.”
“Bitch!” is all that Susan screamed. It drew no response.
“To make things more interesting, I have decided that you each must choose a different cream. I want both of you to think that you made the wrong decision. I will be back in 5 minutes, to give you time to discuss your decisions, so we can begin.”
With that comment she left the room and closed the door behind her, leaving the two girls alone to contemplate their unpleasant decision.
Commandant Stone rarely made appearances on Level One. For over ten years now she had been employed at Stonebriar, and only just recently transferred down to Level Two. Her current job, in her mind, was the far more important of the positions available there. It was her mission to train the girls into becoming the best slaves they could possibly be. She was respected and liked by nearly all of her coworkers, regardless of where they worked. From a slave’s perspective she was generally liked, but more importantly she was feared. Few slaves ever crossed her because of the immediate retribution they would suffer. But even more importantly, in Natasha’s mind, was that Commandant Stone displayed an even keel at all times, rarely displaying emotion, let alone anger, in what was a very difficult job. Her professionalism was always on display.
It was for these qualities that she was brought in to handle the routine task of shaving these two girls. Natasha was well aware of the discomfort that normal women would feel about subjecting Susan to this and no doubt Commandant Stone would share many of those same feelings, but she would never let those thoughts get in the way of doing her work.
She reentered the room and saw that many tears had shed while she was gone.
“Please please don’t do this!” Tiffany begged. “We have done nothing to deserve this.”
Commandant Stone did not even acknowledge her. There was no point in entering into a debate or trying to provide justification. Instead she simply asked of Susan, “Have you made your decision?”
Susan knew from experience that begging or pleading was useless, she simply pointed to the plugged in one.
“Excellent choice my dear.” Commandant Stone replied mockingly. “Let us begin.” She picked up the expensive silver handled brush, dipped it into the silver bowl and started to gingerly apply it to Susan’s already perfectly shorn cunt. Immediate shivers reverberated through her body as the icy cream was spread onto her pussy. Susan tried not to scream out, knowing that would only provide satisfaction to them. But the more the cream went on, the more difficult it became to keep silent. Satisfied, Commandant Stone directed her attention to Tiffany.
“Have you ever had your pussy shaved before #475?”
Tiffany could only shake her head as Commandant Stone stirred the other pot, the one with the ominous Sterno flame underneath it.
“I’m not surprised, innocent looking girls like you never seem to, such a pity. In time I think you will grow to like the look and feel.” She dipped a second brush in and added “I truly am sorry that the first time will hurt so much.”
She pulled the brush out applied the soupy mixture to #475’s blond mound. Tiffany screamed out as loud as she possibly could.
“That’s OK dear, let it out. It’s going to hurt, it’s supposed to.”
The boiling cream began to drip into her cunt and down into her ass, only serving to increase her agony. Commandant Stone paid her no attention; she just re-dipped the brush and continued to apply the steaming emulsion.
While Tiffany continued to yell in pain, Susan started to breathe deeply in and out, trying to deal with a different kind of suffering. The young beauty was certainly tough Commandant Stone thought to herself. She pulled out a straight edge razor and refocused her attention on Susan, who no doubt was begging to have her cunt shaved, if only to get the infernal cream off of her pussy.
“Hold still #475!” She ordered the girl. Through years of experience, the staff had continued to add restraint after restraint during this process. No amounts of straps were deemed too many to completely immobilize the girls during such a delicate and painful procedure. The girls were covered in them; arms, thighs, calves, waist, everywhere to minimize all possible movement during such a delicate procedure.
It took her only a few minutes, but Commandant Stone completely whisked away every unsightly curl on Tiffany’s cunt. After a few minutes the petrified young girl slowly began to regain her composure as the Commandant gingerly placed a kiss on her newly shaved mound. It was now time to take care of the other one.
The timer indicated it had been nearly eight minutes that her pussy had been subjected to the below freezing mixture. Susan had been surprisingly stout the entire time. Many older girls would have been screaming out by now.
“Very good my dear, now it is your turn.” A separate razor was used, as was policy to avoid infections, to remove the minuscule amount of stubble on Susan’s tender young twat. At first Commandant Stone questioned the need for daily shavings. In her mind they were time consuming and unnecessary as they took away from more important activates. But she soon was brought over to Natasha’s way of thinking. Of course the girls need not be shaved every day, but by doing so, especially in such a barbaric manner, it gradually wore down their resistance and provided a constant reminder of who was in control.
Susan’s pussy was now done and she could at last relax, at least until she was hauled off to her next torment, later in the day. She had been asked by Natasha not to provide her customary kiss to the cunt, and Commandant Stone reluctantly refrained. She was no more immune than any of the others from the delicate charms of the young beauty before her.
“Thank you ladies, I will see you both tomorrow morning. We will switch the creams so each of you can see what you have missed.” She walked away chuckling.
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